Ring, ring Insp Conman is in town
Haresh Says, as published in Malay Mail today. IT was a phone call she never expected to receive. My neighbour slammed down the phone and ran out of the house. She looked dazed and confused as I greeted her. “My son … my son!” she exclaimed. I feared for the worst. Was her 14-year-old involved in an accident? Was he robbed? “No, no. A man spoke to me in Mandarin on the phone. I could hear a boy crying in the background. He said my son is with him and I must pay RM10,000 if I want to see my son again.” I couldn’t believe my ears. Having reported and read of kidnapping cases, never did I imagine I could be in the thick of a similar situation involving my neighbour’s child. I got my mother Tina to console my neighbour as I rushed off to the tuition centre where she was supposed to have met him. On reaching the centre I saw the familiar face of my neighbour’s son, much to my relief. I called my neighbour and told her it’s all good. But he greeted me with...